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Which brings up the ‘w’ word, which brings up the ‘b’ word and so on and so on…

When I did this photo shoot, I was nearly in tears the first take. My son was around, watching me take the boxes out of the closet and arranging them on the floor so I could get a shot of Bebe playing around them.

“What’s dis?”

“A box.”

“What’s inside?”

I didn’t really know how to answer… I have an honesty-within-age-context policy. But dealing with the topic of war eludes me.

“Something for when things are dangerous, that only Ima and Abba can open. Do not open the boxes, ok? Only we can open them.”

He kept asking and I went frozen for a while. What would he think if we ever had to use it? How would I even get him to look at me without freaking out?

Balkan Beat Box: War Again. The photo’s line is: “Who’s gonna gain outta this war again?”

In case the photo is lost on someone, some background: for the last year or so, Israel has stepped up the giving out of gas masks. War is brewing, whether it’s directly with Iran or with Iran’s favored trust fund babies, Hezbollah and Hamas among others. The country is gearing up and the government has been more vocal about that fact lately.

The boxes in the photo are gas masks. Our area was given them shortly after Bebe was born this year. The big ones with orange lettering are children’s gas masks and the black ones are adults’.

I often look around wondering what everyone else is thinking. Haven’t figured it out yet though.